Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

“Iron Fist 10235, September 7.

“Today we go back to the Temple of Fist and listen to Lei Lei explain the 'Iron Fist Way’.

“Strange, I used to feel that the reason of the scriptures and the earth came out of his mouth today, but it doesn't make sense. The more I think about it, the more I don't understand.

“Yes, swords and machines can erode people's will, making it impossible to focus on cultivation, breaking the limits of flesh and flesh, and reaching the extreme limits of shattering voids.

“But how many strong-willed, talented warriors in the world can bomb the three great barriers of the earth, the deep sea and the sky with one fist, and achieve the ultimate boundary of shattered voids?

“Tell me that I have fought my life to become a 'fist of the deep sea', but I feel that my limits are over. Even if I give you a few more decades and more resources, I will only be crushed alive by the horror of thousands of mammoths in the deep sea.

“I am already one of the most talented boxers within 500 miles of Red Gold Town, and still can only look forward to sighing in the face of the distant 'shattered void'.

“Why can't the vast majority of ordinary fighters, even ordinary people with poor talent and physical disabilities who can't practice, use ‘the power of machines and steam' to hunt down murderous beasts, defend their homes and make their lives better?

“A true boxer, whose will is like steel, will never be tempted by the power of ‘mechanics and steam'.

“Conversely, if tempted, it's not a true boxer, and there won't be much success in practice - what does it matter if these people are not loyal believers at all that the boxing gods need, leaving them to study machinery and steam? ”

“Iron Fist 10235, September 30.

“Today, Gus is back with a blue face.

“Looks like he was bullied again at Iron Fist School.

“I see it in my eyes, it hurts in my heart, but I don't know how to comfort it.

“The strong are the king, and the fist decides to win or lose. Originally the Iron Fist School, no, it is the law of the world that has been running for tens of thousands of years.

“Can a man like Gus, who is poorly gifted and not good at martial arts training, be doomed to the bottom of the world and be bullied and laughed at for the rest of his life? Can I help him for a while?

“I was heartbroken watching Gus lose his soul.

“A few days ago, I thought about burning this experimental log, cutting off contact with the devils, forgetting all this shit, and returning to the right path of the Iron Fist.

“But now, I suddenly feel so angry when I see Gus Ming's blue face, angry and confused, but kneeling in the study room to pray for the protection of the boxing god.

“How unjust is boxing god!

“My son Gus, so devout to you, his practice is harder and crazier than any other classmate in Iron Fist school!

“Why can't you be generous enough to give him a little strength so he can stand up straight on his waist and be righteous?

“One more time, Gus's life will be ruined.

“I can forget everything and always believe in Iron Fist, but Gus can't, and I can't tolerate him turning into a piece of crap and a joke.

“All the methods have been exhausted, and I've taught Gus everything I've learned in my life, but his problem is that there are so many poor people, broken congenital pulses, weak bodies, weak limbs, and no way to practice good boxing.

“Since I can't change Gus, maybe I can change the whole world?

“If the world, no longer ruled by boxers, was dominated by the power of mechanics and steam, perhaps Gus could live better in a whole new world?

“That's right, Gus. This kid's been smart since he was a kid. He must love and be good at 'mechanical and steam power'! ”

Gus sees this place, and it's already full of tears.

He bit his lips tightly and tried not to make himself cry.

So that's it.

Turns out Daddy fell into magic to give him more power.

To be honest, Gus had forgotten what kind of abuse and grievance he had suffered on September 30 of that year.

After all, other people's bullying and ridicule are commonplace things to him, and they get used to it.

But the father of the mocked will never get used to it.

Gusmomer wiped away the tears and kept watching.

“Iron Fist 10235, November 20.

“Steam Army! Steam Army!

“It is truly astonishing news that the steam army has reportedly raised its flag in the south, officially declared war on the Boxing Temple. The first expeditionary troops dispatched by the Boxing Temple have been hit by the steam army!

“In front of the power of machines and steam, in front of the raging waves of steel bullets burned by bear bears, even the power of boxing gods must retreat!

“Ridiculously, in the self-proclaimed North, people are also deceived by the lies of the Temple of Fist, the whole world is like a dead corpse, parasitic in a corpse, yet to smell corruption.

“I'd love to see the steam army in the south!

“But what about Lil and Greg and Gus? Especially Lil. She always listens to Big Greg Greg. How do I explain to her that the world is real? ”

“Lil” is Gus and Gray's mother.

At the time of writing, Mom and Dad were not dead and they were still a happy family.

Looking back at the warmth and tranquillity of the past, Gus had to smile at the corner of his mouth.

But this smile was quickly quenched by the cold wind pouring in outside, and Gus took a gentle bite on the back of his hand and concentrated on himself with a tingle.

The latter logs are the parameters and results of various experiments, as well as some methods for the use of mechanical and steam weapons.

Gus also saw some contact methods and codes for the secret altar of "Mechanical and Steam Theocracy” scattered in the North, through which they, perhaps, could turn to find the Southern Steam Army - information that he was asked to remember with all his heart.

Gus also wanted to find traces of Dad's death in the experimental logbook.

Turning to the last page, however, it was still a normal experiment, complaining and questioning, as if Dad had died suddenly.

Close the log, Gus, look at the sleepless sister, and look at the demon "Lu Light Dust” next to Zhang Xiwang.

“Tell me the truth about the world.” Gus made a very serious request to the devil.

“I told you you wouldn't like the truth.” The devil smiled and responded.

“I've grown up to accept the truth I don't like.” Gus replied that cowardly teenagers really looked like they had grown up ten years old overnight.

“So, what do you want in exchange for the truth?” The devil asked.

“What do you want?” Gus asks back.

“Let me think… usually at times like this, demons demand human souls, right? ”

Lu Qingdu smiled, “Gus, will you trade your soul for the truth? ”